[Verse 1] Stone floor Rust dark on chains Candle spit Shadows like fangs Your breath Stitched to the rack Every pulled nerve A hymn turned black [Chorus] I carve my creed in living flesh Every cut a crooked psalm Thorns in silence Iron prayer Your broken tongue becomes my charm [Verse 2] Teeth in a bowl Name in the dust You beg the void The void births rust Wrist bone White in the strap Angel of pain Kneels in my lap [Chorus] I carve my creed in living flesh Every cut a crooked psalm Thorns in silence Iron prayer Your broken tongue becomes my charm
